Narrative Poem

The perfect relationship?

Hurt, Scared, Lonely,

 Lost, Sad, embarrassed.

What had I just come across?

Laying blank on the cold hard ground

like a log in the woods,

I can't remember if I have done good.

Was this my fault?  or Was this his?

Who’s to blame, if he got away.

I can't think nor can I speak.

I can't move I can't get up.

Like an ant in a giant glass cup.

I could not understand why?

Why did he rape me?

I, Sarah lee, am only fourteen.

I came home not a sound out of my mouth.

My mom has asked where had I been.

I could not tell her, I could not.

What would she think?

No good has this child brought.

I continued to walk up the stairs 

that constantly croaked.

I lie in my bed and continuously wonder.

Why did he rape me?

I, Sarah lee am only 14.

The time had come for me to tell.

To tell my family what had happened.

We sit on the couch and watch TV

Until I appear as loud as I could be.

Tears rush down my face and fear fills the room.

I had said "He raped me"

“Who” they asked, “who”.

The one question that never

 seemed to be answered, who?

I didn't hesitate but to state, 

"mom, I need to go to the doctor, I am late"

Frustration fills the waiting room.

Frustration builds up as we sit and 

wait to here the good or bad news.

Here I see as white as can be a doctor

 in a cloak walking up with his note.

“Mrs. and Ms. Lee, I have no way to say,

But it has turned out to be.

It has turned out to be that 

she is 5 months pregnant.

All I keep thinking in my head.

Is that one question I have never said.

Why did he rape me?

I, Sarah Lee, am only 14.

4 months fly by and my baby is born.

What a joy she has brought to me.

How could such a horrible moment

 bring the best moment I have felt.

I sit at home with my beautiful Joan.

My beautiful Joan looks like a queen.

But she does remind me.

She reminds me of that man.

Than man who had raped me.

She reminded me of the one question 

I have yet to ask.

Why did he rape me?

I, Sarah Lee, had just turned fifteen.

Months have gone by, not a single minute wasted.

I get a call from the phone on the wall

 that would change us all.

It was him, the man who had raped me.

What did he want?

What possibly could it be?

I stand and wonder. I listen and think.

I finally understood and couldn't believe

 what I just heard.

This man; This preposterous man.

He is demanding visitation rights 

to my beautiful 5 month old Joan.

The state has forced this on me.

Why could this be?

HOW could this be?

How did he even find me?

I have agreed. I did indeed.

But why should I see

 the man who raped me?

He is sitting in the park playing

 with my beautiful Joan.

Joan is happier than I ever known.

Seeing her smile like that

 makes me want to smile back.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea?

Having him in her life could be a benefit.

To her of course but not to me.

It was then he approached me.

He had said “i am sorry for what 

I did and I have a right she is my baby.”

I replied “I know, I know. She is your baby.

But what you did will always be in my memory.”

He had walked off and played with Joan.

It was right then and there

I remembered.

It was a warm night. Maybe 73 degrees.

I was walking home for a friend 

who lived down the dead end

That dead end was closed so I had no choice,

but to go the way I didn't like.

The forest. I walk alone in the dark forest.

I heard a noise, but maybe I didn't.

It was then were he had asked 

"it's a little late to be out here.

In the woods and all. Who knows what can happen?"

I stopped and stared then he glared.

Who was this man?

Who was he?

He asked my name and where I live.

And from there his arm 

was on my shoulder.

I felt a breeze on my back.

What was he doing?

He had thrown me down.

Down onto the ground.

He held me down.

I couldn't move.

He said "I'm going to release you

 but if you run, you will regret it" .

I was scared.

I was afraid.

I promise I won't run away.

He striped me down.

My shirt went first, then my pants.

Why didn't I run away 

when I had the chance?

He had raped me.

Words can't describe how I felt. 

I had blanked out.

I couldn't think and I couldn't move.

I couldn't do anything.

Hurt, Scared, Lonely, Lost.

I lie on the cold ground.

He had raped me, but why me?

Now the state forces this man to be with me?